This is the second of my week-long installments on why my husband rocks and has to do with something that he and my father-in-law have been working on this spring in our back pasture.
Our Covered Bridge. Yup, just like we are in the 1840s.
Yes, That is exactly what you think it is — a freaking COVERED BRIDGE.
Last year the farm was able to put the bridge in as a cattle crossing. At the time, I remember my husband saying, “Ya know. It would really be fun to have a covered bridge on the property.”
This year — after hard work by he and his father — we are well on our way to having just that. To any of you construction-savvy folk out there, please realize that this has been built “farmer style.” When I asked Xandy just what that meant, he mentioned something about lack of braces and such (which I am sure are not necessary or anything).
Anyway, here are some more photos of the bridge:
The view from the river side of the bridge.
The view at the roof so far. The plan is to add a metal roof with funds from this fall’s beef sales.
Looking out at the cows. I was worried that the building may freak them out, but no worries. They trotted right across!
The approach to the bridge.
The Covered Bridge — reason #2 my husband my impresses me so much. Tomorrow — tune in for some of his winter projects.
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